| I’m in the parking lot sitting on vogues |
| 517 to the 810 |
| Imma rep it til' the day I go |
| Weapon on my lap, don’t get too close |
| «You cool,» bitch yes I know |
| The dead man with the '94 flow |
| Lift it up like a 4×4 |
| Penthouse on the 94th floor |
| Bones stitched a golden thread |
| On the back of the velvet robe |
| Rose pedals lead to the jacuzzi |
| Strawberries and a bottle of Boll' |
| She came, she don’t wanna go |
| Where you been BONES? You don’t wanna know |
| She came, she don’t wanna go |
| Where you been BONES? You don’t wanna know |
| See these other men will lie to you baby I’ll tell you the truth with a capital |
| T every time baby |
| Time is precious when your with me |
| Imma take my rolex off and put it on the nightstand |
| You don’t gotta worry about shit |
| I told the bitch «I can put you on» |
| Don’t trip baby we both grown |
| Pootytang how I break these hoes |
| Put some milk outside of the door |
| She thought my house was a rolex boutique |
| She thought my garage was a Ferrari dealership |
| That bitch thought I loved her |